Joe and I started fishing together many years ago, when I was dating his sister.
That relationship didn’t work out, unfortunately, but even after the breakup I remained close with Joe. I think he and I got along better than I ever did with his sister. Once or twice a month Joe and I go fishing together. We don’t hang out other than that. Last time we fished together, we took Joe’s fishing boat out into the Gulf to try our hand at sport fishing. Sport fish are the really big ones! We didn’t find any marlin or bluefin tuna, but we did come across a large package of cannabis bobbing in the waves. I didn’t know what it was at first, just a perfect cube about two feet across, wrapped in plastic. It wasn’t until I hooked it with the gaff and brought it on board I realized that it was a compressed brick of marijuana. This is how cannabis is smuggled into the country, and for such a small brick it was remarkably heavy. Joe told me to throw the cannabis back in the water, but I argued against that. I smoke a lot of cannabis, and I knew this would keep me high for years to come. There must have been forty or fifty pounds of cannabis in this brick! I told Joe that we could sell a few pounds of it and make a little money, but he didn’t want anything to do with illegal cannabis, especially since it probably came from one of the cartels.